Setting Sun
The beauty of the setting sun
as twilight pays a call.
Another day becomes a memory
just a shadow on the wall.
Yesterday's dreams
will have left their mark
knowing things cannot be undone.
And all that's left are memories
as we greet the setting sun.
Copyright © John Read | Year Posted 2022
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